Storms of Faith

With wings of darkness, and crimson eyes,
The hatred swarms with battle cries.
Wielding their destruction, in weapons of faith,
The anger and condescension, a war it creates.
Between the innocent accused, and the cults of God,
His followers give Him words, and He gives them a nod?

Blood spilled at the hands of the righteous,
Screams of those born into this pain,
This God is a cruel one,
Allowing the innocent to be slain.

We weep and we stand,
For our rights and our kind,
But down you cut us,
Calling us maligned.

Give us our freedom for which we deserve,
And end the hypocrisy, your perfection unnerve.

With your God telling you we are not worthy,
And your leaders telling you we have sinned,
Give us a chance to show you our hearts,
And not be falsely condemned.

This God gave us life too,
And it is not a choice,
For if faith calls for hate,
Then why listen to this God's voice?



-Devin Gaughan